Christmas is full of mystery. Mystery is difficult for some people to accept.
It is human nature to want to know how things happen. We want to understand — to figure things out. This innate human trait has been good for the human race. It has increased knowledge and led to great advancement in health, comfort, communication, agriculture, and technology.
Someone asks a question like: “How did that happen?” or “How does that work?” or “How can we improve this?” Then they begin to use reasoning, observation, speculation, and experimentation in an attempt to answer the question.
However, some questions are unanswerable. The best we can do is to answer “somehow.” Sometimes we have to admit that we don’t know and probably will never know. We have to admit mystery.
The left-brained, analytical, Western world doesn’t particularly like mystery. We want to explain and categorize everything (or at least pretend to). We don’t want any loose ends.
However, for the most important questions of all, we are stuck with mystery. “Where did we come from?” “What does life mean?” “Is there more to life than matter and energy?” “Does a person survive death?”
Our compartmentalized Western world attempts to shove these unanswerable questions into philosophy or religion and pretend that they don’t matter “in the real world.” But perhaps those questions are the very avenue to “the real world” — the mystery behind our existence.
Even in the category of science, mystery survives; even thrives. The complexity of the physical world is beyond the wildest human imagination. For example, who would have ever imagined that what we think of as “solid” matter is really energy making tiny circles at the speed of light. Wow! That blows a circuit in my logic. Why would matter be made of almost nothing?
Yet many people have so denied mystery that they presume mankind has systematized and charted everything in a vast body of human knowledge. This is such a fallacy. Our bank of human knowledge hasn’t really removed the mysterious somehow. We have only tricked ourselves into believe that we have solved the riddle of life’s mystery.
In reality we have only shoved mystery into the distant past — what we call The Big Bang. So we explain the origin of everything (at least we pridefully think we do) back into a blob of condensed matter that exploded and started a purely natural process that made all that is. No more mystery . . . Not!
How did the blob come into existence? How did it blow up? You see, the best that human reasoning has to offer leads right back to the mysterious somehow!
Ultimate mystery can never be removed. Our understanding comes to a dead end and shrouded by mystery, we must choose what we believe about our human origin and purpose, not by reasoning, but by faith.
We have two choices for our faith. We can believe in: 1) A completely unexplainable blob blow-out that randomly produced unimaginable complexity and living, rational beings (which never happens in the real world); or 2) A mysterious Creator who crafted complexity, order, rationality, meaning, life, and personality. What’s your choice?
Creation declares a Creator. Christmas confronts His mystery.